Green Gutted Seats

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Hoodwinck

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Send that boy up like a mf jet pack
Nigga a bitch, he don't want us to get back
Hoes they be asking too much, it's a red flag
Rocking the boat, he the opps, he named Jack Black
Tryna start beef on a Sunday, he flagrant
Hoes in Miami be moving so arrogant
Need a bitch who acting right, and be elegant
Niggas they regular, talking peculiar
Diamonds be specular, yo hoe she secular
Breaking down bitches egos, they be cellular
Kills us a opp, we gon' meet his executor
Making that money, it coming in laundromat
Load the gat, 7.62
That my contraband
Lil brudda next up fasho, second in command

My city on lock, got myself a lil key
Niggas they capping, riding on the beat
L s that I take followed by letter V
Hoes they be wylin, bitch take a seat
Free all the guys, that stuck in a can
You all my youngins, cause I've been the man
Green gutted seats, my whip Peter Pan
Ain't have no stylist, call me dapper Dan
Caught my lil bitch on the bed
She really thought I ain't know her affair
Buddy ain't slick, he a fed
This no blues clues, ain't no info I'll share
Internet thug, no he dead
Should've thought of my goons, they be aware
My lambo matted out red
I was down bad but now my ass don't care
Party up all night, me and my niggas up late
Up in that hoe crib, she gave me brain that so great
You a jealous nigga, always staring at my plate
Try to snatch my chain, my dawg he send you to the gate

Send that boy up like a mf jet pack
Nigga a bitch, he don't want us to get back
Hoes they be asking too much, it's a red flag
Rocking the boat, he the opps, he named Jack Black
Tryna start beef on a Sunday, he flagrant
Hoes in Miami be moving so arrogant
Need a bitch who acting right, and be elegant
Niggas they regular, talking peculiar
Diamonds be specular, yo hoe she secular
Breaking down bitches egos they be cellular
Kills us a opp, we gone meet his executor
Making that money, it coming in laundromat
Load the gat, 7.62
That my contraband
Lil brudda next up fasho, second in command

Couple of guys I called bro, they my enemy
Shoot at his dome with the top down, he now Kennedy
Be like Batman, they ain't know my identity
Hoes at club well acquainted with hennessy
Old me ain't died but y'all witness the better me
Busting few moves in the track hawk, the cherokee
Marsaga Son, hold my head high in clarity
Y'all a big joke, with that call, oh a parody
Back to the streets, yo hoe she gone return
With the OGs like book, I'm tryna learn
Build them a bridge but they want it to burn
Niggas they pocket watch, see what I earn
38 tucked on me like I'm lil top
Buddy you messing with whole time a cop
Gimme some head lil bitch, gimme that bop
Investing money all while y'all people shop
It's a celebration, opp he dead, mission complete
Run em down boys, got soldiers working they feet
At the function, walked out the crib with my heat
Make money, eat, sleep, wake up next day, I'll repeat

Send that boy up like a mf jet pack
Nigga a bitch, he don't want us to get back
Hoes they be asking too much, it's a red flag
Rocking the boat, he the opps, he named Jack Black
Tryna start beef on a Sunday, he flagrant
Hoes in Miami be moving so arrogant
Need a bitch who acting right, and be elegant
Niggas they regular, talking peculiar
Diamonds be specular, yo hoe she secular
Breaking down bitches egos they be cellular
Kills us a opp, we gone meet his executor
Uh, woah, uh
Making that money, it coming in laundromat
Load the gat, 7.62
That my contraband
Lil brudda next up fasho, second in command

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